Emily Jane Brontë (Эмили Бронте)

Spellbound

The night is darkening round me,
The wild winds coldly blow;
But a tyrant spell has bound me
And I cannot, cannot go.

The giant trees are bending
Their bare boughs weighed with snow.
And the storm is fast descending,
And yet I cannot go.

Clouds beyond clouds above me,
Wastes beyond wastes below;
But nothing drear can move me;
I will not, cannot go. 

1. Often Rebuked, Yet Always Back Returning
2. Shall Earth No More Inspire Thee
3. The Wanderer from the Fold
4. The Wind Was Rough Which Tore
5. That Wind I Used to Hear It Swelling

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